
Sitting on the side of the freeway with cars passing us less then 4 feet away, we called Thrifty roadside assistance and then waited an hour and 15 minutes for the tow truck driver to come from Seattle to get us and the car. While we waited, we filled our time by filing a police report, fending off 4 different people who wanted to take the trailer hitch (one of whom left his business card so that we could call him to come get it after we were done with it - we didn't), and being pushed by the DOT guy up the nearby exit ramp. The tow truck finally arrived and the three of us piled into the front seat of his tow truck (it was cozy to say the least) for the hour plus drive back to the car rental yard. We arrived back at Thrifty, handed them our paperwork, and hopped on the bus to head to the airport.

At this point, it was 1:30 and we have a 2:15 flight. We arrive at Sea-Tac airport and stand in the moderately long line to check our luggage, thinking “we’re not gonna make it.” We finally made it to the front of the line around 1:50 and checked our bags, hearing the joyful “BEEP BEEP BEEP!” indicating that our bags are late and are not guaranteed to arrive even if we do make our flight. We’re handed our boarding passes and run to the security checkpoint. We now arrive to a massively long winding line where there are just two TSA agents checking boarding passes and IDs. We patiently wait the line, resigned to the almost certain fact that we were going to miss our flight. At 2:03, we get through those TSA agents and start in on the substantial lines for the metal-detectors and nudie-booths. And then, as if ordained by a higher power, TSA decides to open another line – RIGHT NEXT TO US. I hear one agent ask the others “Are you ready?” as he comes over to open the line right next to me. I am the first through the line with Arwynn closely behind me. Time for the sprint (or maybe a marathon - our gate was the last one in the concourse) – Thank you Patrick Bell. As we come running up to the gate, we are lucky enough to find that, not only are we not late, but we are actually early enough to board at the end of our boarding group. Even luckier still, the flight wasn’t full, we got to sit together, and we didn’t have to sit with anyone else.
We touch down in Salt Lake City, go to the baggage claim area, and our bags arrive shortly thereafter. At the end of the day, our stressful day turned out all right, but I will have a hard time turning down that $22.99 insurance ever again.